The River is Angry

The sound of motors and struggle grew louder

I knew it was coming and the reason for its inevitability

Still my heart’s thud grew louder in the chamber created by my AirPods

The river seemed quieter despite the grinding noise

The egrets left

The turtles dispersed

The fishermen are sparse

The summer sun will prove itself by making us lament the lack of shade

I guided the dog around the trucks and past them, looked back

My favorite tree tunnel being dismantled, branch by branch

The man smiled at me and offered, you don’t want a New Orleans to happen do you?

He looked down apologetic.

He said its hard cutting down these old oaks

Its hard watching you do it, I thought

The river still flows

Our world is changing and the threat is increasing

We can’t take the chance, prepare

The river is angry and so am I.

I’m just not sure at who, the government for protecting us, or us for ignoring pachamama

About Caro

I am a social worker by training and a peace officer by profession having worked with California’s delinquent youth and young adults for 28 years. I firmly believe that our development as humans depends on our environment and that sometimes we get stuck. As such, I write about those things we sometimes ignore or fail to see until we are forced to pay attention.
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